Meeting A Demonic Cultivator, Even God Cries

ning to end, the demonic cultivator looked exactly like him in his eyes.

Even from the very beginning. 

He walked over to Gu Xizhou’s bedside and looked at Gu Xizhou with drooping eyes and a helpless expression: Demonic cultivator, in the beginning, I thought it was you who picked me.
Until you revived… only then did I know that I picked you.

Gu Ji Ji looked at the die beside Gu Xizhou’s bed.
This one was much smaller than ordinary gambling dice.
He didn’t reach out to touch it because Gu Xizhou told him about this die prop’s function.
He was really an unlucky ghost.
If he threw out the die he would get a 1.

He couldn’t help but laugh at himself.
If he was dead, then how could he be unlucky?

He reached out and touched the transparent case.
Then, Gu Ji Ji pulled his hand back like he’d been shocked. 

It was still better not to randomly touch things from the supernatural world.

What’s he supposed to do if ghosts are unlucky and he ends up dead?

If the die landed on 1-3, it meant bad luck.
4-6 meant good luck.
To be honest, in the hands of Gu Xizhou who always threw sixes, it was just like a luck buff.

But he couldn’t be certain about the results while it still hadn’t been used. 

This die…

It was also something Si Yu brought back.

Gu Ji Ji looked down at the die.
After a short moment, he turned to leave.
As soon as he left, the formerly still die in the transparent case suddenly stood up and began to spin swiftly, like there was an invisible hand rolling it around!

After rolling at high speeds, it slowed and stopped on ‘6’! 

The early morning sun shone down.

Gu Xizhou was awakened by noise, and he listened in a daze.
He turned over in bed and grabbed his head irritably, cursing in his heart!

Which bastard was being so loud this early in the morning! He thought angrily.

He got up and changed into his work uniform.
After he went to wash up in the bathroom with half-closed eyes, he was ready to leave, and he couldn’t help but complain to the ghost in the house, “Gu Ji Ji, what’s wrong with your neighbor? He’s crashing about making noise so early in the morning!” 

The notebook on the desk by the door moved as a pencil scratched on its surface: What noise?

“That clanging racket.” Gu Xizhou complained for a bit and then went to work.

Yesterday’s case was just about handled.
The only thing left to do was to hand it over to the judicial department.
Because Liu Cai didn’t have any friends or relatives, the surviving boy was taken to an orphanage.

As for that cult disseminating those superstitious posters with a phone number, he heard that five members had already been arrested in the city.
From now on, catching the others was only a matter of following the vine to the melons. 

Gu Xizhou stretched.
There was nothing to do today, great!

Taking the elevator back up to the seventh floor, Gu Xizhou discovered that the noise from the morning had disappeared.

Gu Xizhou opened the door and spoke casually to Gu Ji Ji.
“That clatter is finally gone.”

Ji Ji didn’t seem to want to pay attention to him.
Gu Xizhou walked in and yelled, “Ji Ji! Ji Ji, where are you?” 

Gu Xizhou shouted for a while.
Maybe growing annoyed by Gu Xizhou’s yelling, Gu Ji Ji moved a pen and wrote: Bored.

“So you ignored me?” Gu Xizhou laughed.
“I think you’re just lonely!”

“Woof woof woof!” Their dog son cheerfully dashed over to Gu Xizhou’s feet, crazily shaking its tail.

Gu Xizhou smiled lightly.
“Look at you wagging your tail.
It looks like Ji Ji is starving you.” 

After just getting back, Gu Xizhou didn’t want to move an inch, so he put his dog son off to the side on the sofa.
Gu Ji Ji seemed annoyed by the dog.
He picked it up and put it on the ground.

The dog son ran over to Gu Xizhou again, shaking its tail with all its strength!

“Woof woof woof!”

Suddenly, Gu Xizhou clenched his fist.
He just heard a loud rattle.
It was the same sound he heard this morning when Gu Ji Ji got up! 

He was intimately familiar with this sound.

It was the sound of chains sliding!

Gu Xizhou’s mind was blank.
This sound only appeared on ghosts in the mission world!

He hadn’t even said “Ji Ji” when an invisible hand grabbed his.
Then, he felt a familiar dizzy sensation. 

The author has something to say:     Welcome, come on in——to Ji Ji’s world.

The die indeed belonged to Si Yu.
It was often mentioned that he had something square in his pocket.